( it's the wordless gesture, like that, which is encouraging to her--they don't garner much notice, as they shift away from the crowd; she matches her steps carefully with his, and though they're walking, it's a pace that's definitely slow enough to continue their conversation.

her arms bounce a little, idly, at her sides. )

I don't know how I feel, yet. Is it strange to say that it feels... lonely? Most of the time?

( a small laugh, her nose wrinkling as she looks up at him. )

There are plenty of people there! And shrines, to pray at, and I should feel right at home but... it just doesn't feel right. Do you feel good, about where you're staying?